Adventures With The Anderson Brothers

Chapter One- When he said his last goodbye

Chapter One- When he said his last goodbye

The house had lost it homely feeling years ago, but today was different it never felt like a house, it felt like a building made out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills. I sat on a cardboard box, my black boots on the floor looking at the bare walls. This was my childhood home, the fading pictures were removed from the walls, the basic decor sold, the furniture sold along with pieces of me. The house was on the market too, there was no one living here anymore.

People existed in this house before, a man whose life was tragic drank away his sorrows, a big girl who thought she could take on the world one kiss at a times and a little girl who let her life go up in flames. Before the Great Depression, there was hope in this home, there was a young woman with striking feature, black curly hair, pale skin, emerald eyes and blood red lips, she was a nurse always giving but never taking, it was her nature to care for people even if they were the enemy, there was man, muscular, with messy brown hair, a skew smile and a warm heart, hard working and generous with his time and money. He found the beauty and fell in love with her, she found the beast and fell in love with him. Soon, there was a family of four, the mommy, daddy and two girls, but then the mommy got sick and the daddy got drunk, the big girl went wild and the little girl got high. And so was their demise.

I had packed the little bit of childhood I had left and bits of my current life which wasn't so great as well. I was leaving from the confinement of these four walls but did I have to make the choices I made?

Were there other choices that could've been made to prevent the current heartbreaks experienced?

Maybe it was the opportunity cost, the benefit you would've gained from the next best alternative.

But when he said his last goodbye he was sober.

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I had only ever heard about the Anderson family but never actually met them. My mother, was best friends with the husband and wife, two very attractive people with seven attractive sons. They were best friends growing up and through high school and college as well but when my mom ran off with my dad, there was little communication between all of them. Despite that being said, the Anderson family had taken on the responsibility of me. Now me, Annalise Amelia Garcia, was the master of deception....you would see a color as orange but I could convince you it was black, I was persuasive and manipulative. On the outside I looked like a dorky teenage girl, there was nothing really extraordinary about me, average grades, sporting skills, no special talents and little to no social life. That was the front I put up but in reality, I was capable of being the best student in my year, I mastered all sports effortlessly, I excelled in almost anything you threw at me especially art and as for my social life, let's say I stuck with the bad crowd.

I was fourteen, I was Mary's little lost lamb and they found me and claimed me, I needed a stable home and family to piece my life back together and I was given the chance when the Anderson family took me in. Dad was getting his life sorted and so was I.

The Andersons were extraordinary in looks and talents, they weren't only surface and no substance but substance and surface. With each having their own individual talent and excelling at anything and possibly everything they were the epitome of perfect family. It made my heart swell with jealously why didn't I have a normal family?

An hour flight or four hour car ride was my new home, a densely populated town where the legendary family resided. Mr. Jacob Anderson, a business man of class and style, one of the nation's business tycoons owned a construction company, which fame reached all corners of the globe, Mrs. Cecilia Anderson was a retired model but was currently taking the fashion industry by storm, one of the nation's leading designers. Then there was the boys, all of seven of them. I vaguely recalled their names but with the photo presented before me, there was definitely a strong resemblance between all the boys. Golden brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, tall and muscular accompanied by playful smirks. Just what I needed, seven nuisances to distract me from getting my life back on track.